RAVINDRAN MANGHAT

RAVINDRAN MANGHAT

UNDER AN OVERHANGING MOON

Like some

midnight madness,

she's here,

alone,

a fulsome lime on black!

This trembling hour,

her footsteps find a street

where every passer-by

is a flickering fireball.

She carries them -

snippets of blue and white

and pink and orange -

on her imperfect shoulders,

an overhanging lullaby.

And she roams

the dingy lanes,

a pretty woman

with no imagination!

breaching horizons

in Nike running shoes

atop a fickle and flunky world.

…until troops of raw light

invades the East!

Beauty never flounders -

so vulnerable,

yet so intense.

When all wars are done,

when all windows

are sealed shut,

she remains

an ethereal Spirit,

quaintly exploring

the night's sublime

infinitude of hope.

RAVINDRAN MANGHAT

ENIGMA OF A DYING SUNSET

I say "Yes" to the nimbus clouds

atop the bottled skyscraper,

a trillion bubbles on fortune hunt

to nowhere.

I turn these colossal puffs

inside out,

examine the miracle architecture

that holds them in mid-air.

Here, I set the rules:

I dream them, I shape them,

I fall by them.

Each one makes his own totems

on the brink.

As I turned, from out of the blue

she emerged -

a symphony of a girl

in somewhat tattered rags.

She begged in a quivering voice,

"Will you bury me, Sir?"

I pressed my 'Pause' button;

and pressed it again.

"No" I said, "You're not dead yet.

Come when you are!"

The next moment,

from those dizzying heights

she leapt

………………

………………

………………

in slow motion,

in a diaspora of sounds,

as blood splattered all over

the smashed world.

Again she pleaded,

"Will you come now, Sir

before the night sets in?"

I was in panic mode

like a system shutdown.

Gathering my techno gadgets,

I zoomed in on her

as fast as I could.

She was just a glimpse then -

my fluorescent Sunset -

dying in all her crimson glory,

as she sank helplessly

into the arms

of those nomadic shadows.

RAVINDRAN MANGHAT

I AM SOMEONE…

I'm someone

colourless, shapeless

Searching for a thing

I'm still guessing

Racing like a rocket

at speeds I haven't checked

To satisfy a world

not yet discovered

But once I'm done

I'm the king,  and I'm the king!

RAVINDRAN MANGHAT

RAVINDRAN MANGHAT: He is basically a Chartered Accountant by profession, but finds comfort in the in the green fields of poetry. Once he finished his education in Kerala, India, he flew to the desert island of Bahrain (not so green!) and worked as Internal Auditor / Financial Controller / Group Finance Manager etc. His poems have been published in various anthologies in India.